pre-realization
Only a week has passed since I moved here, but it seems like so much longer. Not in a bad way, at all. It just seems longer. Maybe because I've stuffed too much stuff into the past seven days?
The homework load is crazy. I'm always doing homework, but it's actually pretty interesting, most of the time. Last night--yes, Friday night--I decided to do homework since I have an uber-busy weekend planned. So I'm sitting down in Forrer lobby with my spanish book (that my teacher wrote) and my HUGE spanish dictionary, looking like a perfect nerd. Anna from down the hall walked in, lectured me for studying on a Friday night, and persuaded me to go over to the KA hall with her. My visit over there served mainly to remind me that drunk people are ugly and stupid and slur their speech when they flirt. We hung out in a room fondly called "Club 220"--the guy, Gary, had replaced the bulbs in the room with blacklight bulbs, and had LOUD music thumping, and had a considerable wet bar set up on his countertop. Everyone was writing on the walls--and each other--with highlighters, because they glow in the blacklight. Gary and some other guy whose name I never caught decided to jump me, at one point, so I was pinned on the floor while two drunk guys marked all over me with orange and yellow highlighter. I would like to note that I had never met these guys until then, and they probably won't remember meeting me since they were drunk off their asses. I had highlighter on my TEETH. My teeth. And my tongue. And I still have orange highlighter on my forehead. I left shortly after the marker battle, not because I was mad, necessarily--I know they meant no harm--but becuase I felt like I was wasting time.
Oh, and last night I was infromed that the Phi Tals (sp?) commonly date rape freshman girls at their parties. Scary. Well, not so scary for me, since I dont' drink, and I don't see myself at too many of their parties, anyway. But still. And, TJ wants to pledge with them. Urgh.
Mom says that Hayley asks about me all the time. When they got home last Saturday, after they helped me move, Hayley just went and sat in my room. She calls a lot. Last night she called and told me to come home. Sigh.
Dad has quit calling, for the most part, but I'm still having nightmares. Last night I had several.
In better news, Matt Wertz concert tonight. Woot!
OH! And I am officially employed. I am working for just4ukstudents.com. Yes, I know I don't go to UK, but whatever. If the boss doesn't have a problem with it, I don't either. I'm starting out at 8.50/hr, and Cole, my boss, said I'll get up to 10/hr soon. Plus I get a spiffy title ("Office Manager") and my own email address and business cards! And Cole is great. He said he didn't want me working more than fifteen hours a week since I'm taking a full course load, unless I REALLY needed the money, when he'll consider letting me work twenty. I was originally worried about the position--it seemed pretty shady at first--but I'm glad I followed through with it.
Alright. Time for homework and laundry and shower.